The Wind Clan's bright pearl was as proud as an Immortal Phoenix. She lifted her flawless and crystalline chin, her hair dancing, surrounded by a five-colored glow. She seemed unreachable, as if standing on clouds, overlooking all below.
Ye Fan appeared very calm, as if detached from everything, quietly watching it all with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, saying nothing.
Seeing him like this, the people of the Wind Clan felt a surge of unease. An elder said to Fenghuang, "You just arrived in the divine city. Go rest and don't say too much."
Fenghuang understood his meaning. Lifting her beautiful chin, she glanced at Ye Fan and said, "I can see my future, and it won't be tied to anyone, not even the sacred body."
The Five-Colored Divine Robe fluttered as she gracefully walked away, leaving a faint fragrance. Several elders looked slightly embarrassed, their brows furrowed.
